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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 14, 2020 21:06:17 GMT -6
Hey mindyourhead, you seem to have a lot of hobbies. Would you be interested in some of mine?
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 17, 2020 16:46:47 GMT -6
After tragically losing both parents, who were brutally murdered in a drug deal gone wrong, identical twin sisters, Kenya and London are torn in two different directions in life, good and evil. Join the twins journey growing up in the drug infested streets where they soon learn that Some Promises Are Made To Be Broken and being family was just a word. When you mix in MEN, MURDER, MONEY and MAYHEM...It s on and the girls are both all up in it! Will each girls personal beliefs tear them apart or will family loyalty prevail in the long run?... SAY U PROMISE!...Where sometimes IN is OUT!
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 19, 2020 16:01:28 GMT -6
"You know whenever you handcuff me you like to order me around, you really don't need to, I'm perfectly willing," Mindyourhead said with a giggle as mom set her free.
"I know, I just like doing it," mom said with a sexy smile, taking the cuffs off Mindyourhead and then leaning forward to passionately kiss her. Their tongues delved deeply into each others mouths before Mindyourhead mumbled a slight protest and broke their kiss.
"Mmhm, don't overdo it, we might need to do something else," Mindyourhead teased, both of them smiling before mom gave her another soft kiss and glanced to the clock, showing it was past midnight. Crawling up the bed, mom peeled the covers back and slipped under, Mindyourhead quickly following her and climbing in too, wriggling down under them before mom pulled them across themselves. They didn't usually sleep naked but neither could be bothered to get up and put anything on, simply snuggling down together against each other's bare bodies, which felt sensually smooth and soft.
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 20, 2020 15:10:10 GMT -6
Satisfied, Poirot again turned to her. "What brings you to the Musuembola?"
"Just a quick stop. I'm heading to Paris next week to join my friend, mindyourhead. She's offered me a chance to give her a rimjob."
"Ah, Mindyourhead." Hastings smiled knowingly. "Another extraordinary young transwoman."
She returned his smile. "That she is. I feel so lucky to have a chance to perform for her."
"It is not luck, mademoiselle. It is talent."
"Thank you, monsieur. You are too kind."
"It is not kindness, mademoiselle. I merely speak the truth."
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 21, 2020 15:33:06 GMT -6
Mindyourhead leaned close to Poirot, whispering, "If I don't leave, he might not pay us and my drug habit needs the money." She placed her hand in his, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Thank you just the same, monsieur. I shall count this a lucky day to have met the great Hercule Poirot."
"And I to have met you, Mademoiselle Mindyourhead." He pressed another lingering kiss to her hand, slipping his card into her palm. "Please do not hesitate to call upon me if my services are required."
"Merci." Her husky thanks reverberated in his ears, long after she'd left the table. When he came back to himself minutes later, he turned to club owner Messing, arising and grabbing his gloves as he dismissed him with an angry look.
"Come, Hastings." Poirot's beady eyes burned with intense hatred. "It is time to take our leave."
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 22, 2020 15:18:15 GMT -6
honestly i need a few minute to understand your every word. but i think its better you write something in your book not in my thread bro ... i hope you have a good day Do you not like my story? I am having a good day thank you bro. Hope yours is nice as well. Stay away from that nasty covid-19!
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 23, 2020 15:17:20 GMT -6
i like it, but little word you should fix it .. i am a man not Mademoiselle . you too bro . God bles you Ah...I am terribly sorry, I will amend it to suit. God bless you my friend.
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 23, 2020 15:19:42 GMT -6
A creak awoke her. She was a bit confused at first but then realized that she'd fallen asleep waiting for Mindyourhead. A shiver coursed through her body and she began to breathe more heavily, her heart thumping in her chest.
"Are you here?"
"Yes." Came his answer. "Close your eyes, my beautiful girl." She did as he requested, not objecting when he looped a swath of dark cloth around her head, covering her eyes. His hot breath burned where it touched her neck. "Have you been waiting for me?"
"Yes." Her voice sounded foreign, even to her own ears. She felt like a schoolgirl, on her first assignation. Nervous and unsure. "Do you like my nightie?"
"Oh, yes." His hands traced the silk-limned outlines of her lush body, moving over her heavy breasts and wide hips, dipping between her fleshy thighs to rub her soft mound, drawing a deep moan from her. "It's very naughty."
"I ... I thought you'd like it." She gasped softly, arching toward his touch.
"You are so beautiful, my sweet darling. You are pleasing to my eyes."
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 24, 2020 15:30:59 GMT -6
lol. this is a sex story or romance story ?? if it would be a romance story you must bring the label 18+ Thanks It is a beautiful romance story. I can add some sexy bits if you would like? Thank you and god bless.
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 24, 2020 15:32:49 GMT -6
The house was packed for the highly anticipated premiere of the Museum bola's newest ballet. The city's cultural elite had paid enormous sums for the best seats in the house, which of course, varied depending on who you asked. They trickled in, largely unaware of the carefully orchestrated sequence of events necessary to begin the show. All they saw was the lights go down, the orchestra tune up, and then the stage curtain open wide. They "ahh"ed as the bright stage lights came up on a bevy of traditionally beautiful dancers in delicate lilac tutus. They wouldn't see the girl backstage, with the long dark hair, dressed all in black from her glasses to her shoes, nor should they. She was the one who pulled the curtain, and changed the backdrop from an Italian villa to the darkened interior of the church. Part of her job--the job of the entire tech crew--was to remain invisible. And to most people, Tabitha felt pretty invisible, certainly to the company's dancers, who only acknowledged her to ask the audience count. There's a common misconception that "techies" are the people too shy, or not good enough to perform on stage, but that was bullshit. Tabitha loved her job, and she was good at it. She was technically the pin rail captain, but she preferred the term backstage goddess, if anyone was asking. Which they usually didn't. Despite the fact that the show wouldn't be possible without the tech crew, no one gave them much credit. Ever.
It was all about the dancers, the tall leggy, small breasted waifs now moving across the stage in unison. And then of course, there was the prima ballerina, Cassidy. She entered stage left, and glided across the stage, the jewels from her bodice catching the light, creating a glow around her. With her elaborate costumes and gravity defying jumps, she was always an audience favorite.
The audience could suck it, because as far as Tabitha was concerned, it was all about Mindyourhead, the premier danseur. 6'2 with dark hair and intense lime green eyes, His body was perfectly sculpted; his abs, pectorals, and massive biceps were the result of years of intense training. Unlike those gym bros who spent all their time cultivating their upper body, Mindyourhead's legs were as incredibly powerful and defined as his arms, if not more so, especially the round globes of his ass. He was a gifted dancer, and watching him perform his craft on stage was a huge turn on.
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 29, 2020 23:17:41 GMT -6
i am just little curious. why you write that too long on my thread ? did you training for yourself or anything ?? if you just want my opinion, i think your skill writing its good. dramatic, interesting art of write. i think how about you put a little quote on last your word Thank you for your kind words, you are indeed a beautiful soul. I write for the love of it and I like to make people happy. I am glad that you like my write. I think we can be friends. Maybe one day when the world is safe again we can meet and I can tell you my stories personally. God bless you my friend. Stay safe.
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